Sunday, December 13, 2009

A Dear Friend's Blog

Press Release:

Mosaic Church pastor Mike Furches will as Santa once again visit the homeless in Wichita on Saturday, December 19. At this time winter items will be distributed to the homeless as well as serving coffee and refreshments and providing additional winter wear. Attached is an article about yesterdays visit with the homeless in Wichita. Individuals willing to help out or to donate items can contact Mosaic Wicihta at the following number: 316-305-0491. This week items are expected to be distributed to various locations and parks where the homeless congregate during the winter. The following describes yesterdays events.

The article can be seen in its original form along with additional contact information and methods of contributing at the following link:

Santa Visits The Homeless

As I stand there as Santa going HO HO HO, and waving at the passers by at the downtown Library, there is a lady sitting on a bench smiling and waving at me. I leave some of the kids and walk over to the small lady who looks unusually out of place. This is after all a place where the homeless congregate through the day. Next to her is a man in layered clothing, a stocking cap, looking me in the eyes, swearing he has seen me someplace before and telling me that he knows me. He takes off his stocking cap to reveal his balding head and asks me if I think he looks familiar. I smile, “I haven’t seen you since you were a little boy.” As I laugh, he responds in all sincerity, “No, I know you from some place.”

The lady sitting next to him on the bench is dressed in nice clothes; she has on rather expensive fur covered boots. Her designer stocking cap reveals she has had money. It is clean enough that it is clear that she has had some income recently. Her nails are done up quite nicely, they are bright red and covered in snowflake decorations. It is clear, they were professionally done. She is smiling now, she has nice, clean, well kept, teeth, and I later find out that she has only been on the streets for a few days. She is scared; she knows she is in a dangerous place. Ken, the man with her has kind of adopted her to keep her safe. It seems as if Nancy was recently had some bad things happen to her that wasn’t all her fought, yet, she suffers the consequences of a bad economy bad luck, and of having no one to help her in this time of crises. Nancy looks to be in her early to mid fifties. She has maintained her age, but the few days she has been on the streets have already started to weigh on her, not just her looks though, but her spirit.

Ken asks Nancy, “Do you want to tell Santa what you want for Christmas?” Nancy simply responds with a smile and motions with her finger for me to come close to her. She wants me to give her a kiss on the cheek, so I do. She then whispers in my ear, ‘Santa, I just want a better life and for people to respect me.” I am ready to cry; I pull a way, keep it together and start to speak. Nancy takes her finger and puts it up next to her nose as she starts to cry, she whispers, “shhhh.” I know her wish is between her, me, and God.

I see another man come by on his bicycle. He is a lucky one because some punk(s) in town have been stealing bicycles from the homeless. It is why several of them have requested that someone consider giving them measured cuts of chain with a lock. It will help them keep their bicycles. Some of the men I speak to today have stated that they are walking as much as 15 miles a day. So much for the idea that the homeless being lazy. I ask this man if he wants a cup of coffee. He gladly accepts. Who knew that an inexpensive cup of coffee would go so far as to show a human being that they are cared for and loved? I ask him if he wants any food. I can tell he wants it, but he is too embarrassed to take it. There are about around 10 cans of food in the bag, a box of crackers, simple things. I ask him if he would like a backpack. He is more inclined to jump at the offer. I then ask him; “Why don’t you just take the food with the backpack?” He gladly accepts then, knowing that he can at least now carry the food, plus other things that he needs. He isn’t unlike others, all of our backpacks and gloves were quick to go along with around 40 or so coats and sweaters. That was about half of what we started with, and with each one there was a story, a life, a human being who wants to feel loved and cared for at Christmas.

I was amazed at how open many of the individuals I came into contact with today were far more open to going up to Santa than they were a regular person. Many still believe, not in the myth, but the concept. They all asked for simple things, things many of us take for granted. The asked for things like, a place to spend the night, a warm winter, a job, a better economy, that the children could have a good Christmas since so many people were out of work.

Several men walk over toward where Chris, Adam, and the two Mary’s are serving coffee. They see Santa over waving at the cars, two of them garnish huge smiles, they ask for a hug. “Santa, thanks for coming to see us,” one of them says with a big smile on across his face. He doesn’t have clean teeth; after all, he doesn’t have any real way of keeping them clean. Seems this man has been homeless for awhile, he is lucky, he and several other homeless people actually have a friend they are crashing with. I ask him if he wants a coat. He quickly picks out a small brown corduroy coat; it isn’t quite big enough for him and is used. We talk awhile; before long he is calling me Pastor Mike instead of Santa, in fact, most everyone is now calling Santa, Pastor Mike. I have to remind them, “Today, I am Santa. Tomorrow I am Pastor Mike.” “Okay Pastor Mike, I mean Santa.” They respond with a big grin.

We talk some more, I am told over and over again, “Thank you so much, you have no idea how much we appreciate this.” “What you all are doing is so wonderful.” They say with as much sincerity as any thank you I have heard in a very long time. Charles and I speak for over thirty minutes; on occasion we are stopped by the children running out of the Girl Scout meetings and celebration being held at the Century 2 Civic Center next to the library. They want to have their photos made with Santa, they are thrilled, cars at the busy intersection are blowing their horns waving, and the Trolleys are driving by, every single one of them ringing their bells. Everyone seems to be happy to see Santa, except for the city busses and police officers who drive by. I guess there is some kind of law that these folks, on this day, can’t show too much joy. Charles though, he asks about the church, he can’t believe that anyone would go out of their way to show love like this. I point out to him, “Hey Charles, there is a nice big, brand new coat, would you like that one as I reach down to pick it up.” His eyes get as big as a kid at a candy store. “Wow, look at that, that is a really nice coat, it is brand new.” “Can I have that one?” He asks, “Sure.” I respond. “It’s yours.” He takes off the older coat, and immediately puts it on. “Wow! If I would have had this one earlier in the week when it was below zero I wouldn’t have been so afraid of dying.”

I’m back with Ken and Nancy now, in front of the library at the bench. I am now sitting on the bench with them. Nancy is crying, she gets a phone call on her cell from her mother. Her mother lives out of state; she is worried about this new situation her daughter is in. She asks to speak to me. I tell her mother that I am praying for her, that I really am a pastor. She says to me over the miles: “Thank you so much, this year you really are Santa, just encouraging my daughter is important, to say you love and care for her means so much.” I about tear up, but I hold it together. Ken then tells me, “Pastor Mike, I just want her to be safe, I am concerned. I would normally make up a sign and go panhandle for her, but I hate doing that scam. You know what I am talking about?” I tell him I do. “The streets aren’t a place for a nice lady.” He tells me. My heart breaks. I decide I need to pray for these two. Nancy is still talking on the phone with her mom. “Mom, Santa Pastor Mike is going to pray for me.” Nancy holds the phone up so her mom can hear the prayer I offer as I hug these two human beings created in the image of God.

It isn’t much later and I have to leave. I long, I pray for, I wish I had the property to buy a three story building in downtown Wichita. The first floor, church, then through the week, a place where people in need, the homeless, the abused, the runaway, can come and get services, a place to be safe, warm in the winter, cool in the summer, get some food to snack on, and drinks. We would have computers and wi-fi so these individuals could touch base with others, and then use current technology to do the things the rest of us need to do. The second floor, it would have a place to offer emergency housing for those needing it, in a safe environment where people like Nancy wouldn’t have to be afraid. The third floor, well I would reside there and if large enough find a way to house others who worked with the program. Of course these are dreams but dreams are all we have sometimes. Of course when those dreams come true, we can experience part of Heaven on earth.

That was my day, my day until on the way home I tell my wife about Nancy and her request: ‘Santa, I just want a better life and for people to respect me.” Earlier in the day, I held it together; I only started to tear up. On the way home, in our dark car, I didn’t do so well, this time, well this time I broke down. Nancy deserves both of her wishes; my prayer is that she will get it.

Today was a good day, I think we do it again next week, then maybe the week after, and if Santa gets his wish, each and every day, why, because God created all humans in his image, not just those with nice homes, good jobs, and fancy clothes, but the down and out, the hard luck, and yes, the homeless.

Words from Jesus follow:

(31) "When the Son of Man comes in his glory, and all the angels with him, he will sit on his throne in heavenly glory. (32) All the nations will be gathered before him, and he will separate the people one from another as a shepherd separates the sheep from the goats. (33) He will put the sheep on his right and the goats on his left.
(34) "Then the King will say to those on his right, 'Come, you who are blessed by my Father; take your inheritance, the kingdom prepared for you since the creation of the world. (35) For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, (36) I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.'

(37) "Then the righteous will answer him, 'Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? (38) When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? (39) When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?'

(40) "The King will reply, 'I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.'

(41) "Then he will say to those on his left, 'Depart from me, you who are cursed, into the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his angels. (42) For I was hungry and you gave me nothing to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me nothing to drink, (43) I was a stranger and you did not invite me in, I needed clothes and you did not clothe me, I was sick and in prison and you did not look after me.'

(44) "They also will answer, 'Lord, when did we see you hungry or thirsty or a stranger or needing clothes or sick or in prison, and did not help you?'

(45) "He will reply, 'I tell you the truth, whatever you did not do for one of the least of these, you did not do for me.'

(46) "Then they will go away to eternal punishment, but the righteous to eternal life." ~ Matthew 25: 31-46 (NIV)

The following is an older Christmas Song, one many has heard but with new images, watch, think of these individuals and others that need warmth and love this Christmas. To view the video, simply click on it, if the video don't appear, click on the link:

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

DO YOUR JOB (from a 95 year old)

Do Your Job

President Barack Obama
Rep. F. Allen Boyd
Sen. Bill Nelson
Sen. George LeMieux

November 20, 2009

Dear President Obama,
My name is Harold Estes, approaching 95 on December 13 of this year. People meeting me for the first time don't believe my age because I remain wrinkle free and pretty much mentally alert.
I enlisted in the U.S. Navy in 1934 and served proudly before, during and after WW II retiring as a Master Chief Bos'n Mate. Now I live in a "rest home" located on the western end of Pearl Harbor allowing me to keep alive the memories of 23 years of service to my country.
One of the benefits of my age, perhaps the only one, is to speak my mind, blunt and direct even to the head man.
So here goes.
I am amazed, angry and determined not to see my country die before I do but you seem hell bent not to grant me that wish.
I can't figure out what country you are the president of. You fly around the world telling our friends and enemies despicable lies like:
" We're no longer a Christian nation"
" America is arrogant" - (Your wife even announced to the world,"America is mean-spirited. " Please tell her to try preaching that nonsense to 23 generations of our war dead buried all over the globe who died for no other reason than to free a whole lot of strangers from tyranny and hopelessness.)
I'd say shame on the both of you but I don't think you like America nor do I see an ounce of gratefulness in anything you do for the obvious gifts this country has given you. To be without shame or gratefulness is a dangerous thing for a man sitting in the White House.
After 9/11 you said," America hasn't lived up to her ideals."
Which ones did you mean? Was it the notion of personal liberty that 11,000 farmers and shopkeepers died for to win independence from the British ? Or maybe the ideal that no man should be a slave to another man that 500,000 men died for in the Civil War ? I hope you didn't mean the ideal 470,000 fathers, brothers,husbands,and a lot of fellas I knew personally died for in WWII, because we felt real strongly about not letting any nation push us around because we stand for freedom.
I don't think you mean the ideal that says equality is better than discrimination. You know the one that a whole lot of white people understood when they helped to get you elected.
Take a little advice from a very old geezer, young man. Shape up and start acting like an American.If you don't, I'll do what I can to see you get shipped out of that fancy rental on Pennsylvania Avenue .You were elected to lead not to bow, apologize and kiss the hands of murderers and corrupt leaders who still treat their people like slaves.
And just who do you think you are telling the American people not to jump to conclusions and condemn that Muslim major who killed 13 of his fellow soldiers and wounded dozens more. You mean you don't want us to do what you did when that white cop used force to subdue that black college professor in Massachusetts who was putting up a fight ? You don't mind offending the police calling them stupid but you don't want us to offend Muslim fanatics by calling them what they are, terrorists.
One more thing. I realize you never served in the military and never had to defend your country with your life but you're the Commander-in-Chief now, son. Do your job. When your battle-hardened field General asks you for 40,000 more troops to complete the mission, give them to him. But if you're not in this fight to win, then get out. The life of one American soldier is not worth the best political strategy you're thinking of.
You could be our greatest president because you face the greatest challenge ever presented to any president. You're not going to restore American greatness by bringing back our bloated economy. That's not our greatest threat. Losing the heart and soul of who we are as Americans is our big fight now. And I sure as hell don't want to think my president is the enemy in this final battle.
Harold B. Estes

McAlpin , FL

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Why Give Blood? (for both military and civilians)

You Could Save A Life Like Mine

By Ens Kamalan Selvarajah (With Lt Steven Brewster)

Ens Kamalan Selvarajah proudly donates blood to the Armed Services Blood Program.

I was first introduced to blood donation when I trained as a medical laboratory technician (MLT) in 1996. It’s not that I was unaware of blood donation before then but my training as an MLT gave me a much better understanding of how blood products are used and the need to donate. One whole blood donation is separated into five components and can affect up to five individuals!

So, during my clinical rotation in a blood bank at Naval Hospital Great Lakes in 1997 at the age of 20, I learned how to do the actual “stick” to start the collection process. This “stick” is a bit different from regular veni-puncture since there is a very specific, methodical, and step-by-step site preparation process and a slightly larger gauge needle. I was intrigued by the process as well as the purpose and wanted to donate. So, after performing collections on volunteers during the blood drive, I too volunteered and became a blood donor for the first time!

At the same time this was happening, we began to implement new software called the Defense Blood Standardization System (DBSS). Being a technophile, I learned the system quickly. Like anything in the military, when you’re good at something you get utilized even more. So, the following year I did a no-cost duty swap to Naval Hospital Jacksonville, FL and based on my knowledge of the new system, was assigned to the blood bank. I continued to participate in blood drives, both as a collector and a donor.

I transferred to Okinawa in 2000 and once again, was assigned to the blood bank (blood transfusion services to be exact). I participated in some collection there but they had a separate crew that conducted the blood drives who did all the work (they served the entire Pacific region!). I continued to donate but I also continued to learn more and more about the many different uses for blood and blood products. Naval Hospital Okinawa has a Neonatal Intensive Care Unit that sees a lot of business. Before my Okinawa experience, I did not know how much blood, platelets, and other blood products were used in saving premature babies. One of the most amazing procedures I witnessed was Extra-corporeal Membrane Oxygenation. A dedicated Air Force team traveled from Texas (Wilford Hall here in San Antonio) to Okinawa to perform the procedure which required multiple units of red blood cells (RBCs), platelets, and fresh frozen plasma (FFP) which we supplied. We also used countless units of blood and blood products to save the lives of individuals injured in various ways.

Up to this point, I had only donated whole blood. I had heard about aphaeresis, a process by which blood is separated during the collection, but didn’t try it while in Okinawa. As president of the Junior Enlisted Association and Leading Petty Officer of transfusion services, I had a platform from which I could help promote blood donation. We had a very active junior enlisted population who did a lot of volunteer activity to include blood drives. I worked with Mrs. Leavitt to promote blood donation at every opportunity and that is how we arrived at the idea that I would reenlist while donating blood. My reenlistment was a requirement of my selection to the Seaman to Admiral-21 Program.

I reported to NROTC University of Florida in the summer of 2004. A blood drive was held at the start of the fall semester to foster some friendly competition between the services and also promote a good cause. I joined the midshipmen in soundly defeating Army and Air Force ROTC for the number of donors. After that donation, a friend asked me if I had considered aphaeresis platelet donation. I was intrigued since I had seen so much need for platelets in Okinawa and knew that platelets are harder to come by and have a very short shelf life. Platelets are usually “pooled” for use by adult patients so the product comes from several donors. This can pose a problem for the immune-compromised. They are better off getting the product that has been collected from one patient via aphaeresis. And this began a monthly routine of aphaeresis platelet donation which I continued from 2004 through August 2007.

September 15, 2007…why is this date important…well, I sat first row, north end zone, and watched my Florida Gators beat Tennessee 59-20! And later that evening, I became a blood recipient. I have no recollection of the accident that was caused by a drunk driver. I woke up in the hospital with my entire family around me and they filled me in on what happened. I lost about three units of blood and had been transfused with at least two units of RBCs.

A few months into my recovery, I inquired as to the rules regarding donating blood again. This is when I was told I could donate again after one year had passed from the date of my transfusion. When I donated in the past, I did it simply because I believed it was the right thing to do, if you could do it. Only a very small percentage of the population that is eligible to donate actually does so. Now that I had become a recipient, it only intensified my desire to donate again. I am more than happy to tell anyone who will listen about the need to donate blood. I donated at the first opportunity after regulations allowed me to do so in September 2008.

I continued to donate in Gainesville and have donated twice since arriving at Fort Sam Houston. As the second anniversary of my accident has now arrived, I looked forward to once again “beating the drum” to call attention to the need for blood donation.

YOU could save a life like mine!

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Monday, August 3, 2009

Must Not Forget...

To keep the dryer door closed :)

I saw Angel jump around the stacked washer/dryer but for some reason didnt think that I would find this :)

yeah she had jumped into the dryer :)

just to keep her safe I am going to have to remeber to keep that dryer door closed ...or my fear is that I will remember to close it and not see her in there and then start the dryer.....oooo...that would make for one unhappy cat...and one unhappy cat momma :)
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Thursday, July 16, 2009



Here SHE is! As you scroll down, notice the two twin towers on top.



Here SHE is, the USS New
York, made from the
World Trade Center !


USS New York
It was built with 24 tons of
scrap steel from the
World Trade Center .

It is the fifth in a new class of warship -
designed for missions that include special operations against terrorists.
It will carry a crew of 360 sailors
and 700 combat-ready Marines
to be delivered ashore by helicopters and assault craft.

Steel from the World
Trade Center was melted
down in a foundry in
Amite , LA to cast the ship's bow section. When it was poured
into the molds on Sept 9, 2003, 'those big rough steelworkers treated it with total reverence,'
recalled Navy Capt. Kevin Wensing,
who was there.
'It was a spiritual moment for everybody there.'
Junior Chavers, foundry operations manager, said that
when the trade center steel first arrived, he touched it with his hand and the 'hair on my
neck stood up.' 'It had a big meaning to it for all of us,' he said. 'They knocked us down. They can't keep
us down. We're going to be back.'

The ship's motto?
'Never Forget'

Please keep this going so everyone
can see what we are made
of in this country!

Saturday, May 30, 2009

I love hanging out with my four legged daughter Angel :)

She likes to sleep on my chest while I am laying in bed doing stuff on my lap top.

She also likes to go on walks with me...I have her harness and leash trained.

I has been just over a year since I got her from a co-worker
but it feels like I have had her in my life forever!

Thank you Lord for allowing Angel to be in my life.
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Friday, May 1, 2009


Originally uploaded by operationcelebration
me and alot of the Disney Characters during my last visit to WDW Fall 2005

Thursday, April 30, 2009

Dang It I Miss Their Dad!!!!

For those of you who dont know who those two darlings are on the cover of the mag and CRIKEY doesnt give it away (lol)...that is Bindi and Robert , children of the Late Steve Irwin and his lovely wife Terry.

And you know what I really miss Steve.  His love and care for the animals shown on his tv shows and in his every day life really influenced me to have a greater love and stronger  desire to care for the wonderful creatures God has given us on this planet.  

I will never forget turning on the news Sept 4, 2006 (my birthday) to see that he has been killed by one of the creatures that he had worked so hard to take care of and protect.

I dont blame the stingray at all...  he was just doing what naturally came to him....and for Stev - o he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Thanks for all you did to help protect the world's wildlife and their habitat.  May your legacy continue on in all of us and esp in those two precious children of yours!!!


YES I DO 8(:-D

i_luv_disney_world_ Made with My Cool Signs.Net

There are many reasons why I do but here are some of them... :)

  1. I have been a fan of Disney since I was 9 months old (Thanks Mom and Dad) 8(:-D
  2. WDW is my HAPPY place...its where I go every time I have to deal with visiting the dentist 
  3. My happiest childhood memories happened at WDW
  4. Some of my closest friendships are with other peoplewho love Disney 
  5. Disney music is one of my favorite types of music.

Friday, March 27, 2009

But the watch I was using to keep up with the time tonight hadnt...that is I had not moved it an hour ahead with the rest of my time pieces at the house back at the beg. of the month because it has a broken strap so I have just been stuffing it in my pocket(s).

I know I should not be ashamed....things like this happen all the time..but I feel that my ADHD is NOT being very nice to me. I was looking VERY forward to meeting all the people involved in the support group but since I wasnt on time I just left...I didnt want to make a scene. I think that is what hurts more than anything else....I was looking forward to to meeting new people and the fellowship but when that didnt happen, I just disappointed myself again.

I also hate PMS...which makes me blow everything out of porportion (sp?) ....ok to be honest its either PMS or the fact taht I had a Jones Root Beer with dinner (huge amounts of sugar!)

ok ...since I didnt have anybody to share this incident with besides this blog ....I think I am starting to not feel so sad about what happened...there is always next time and I can keep up with everybody from the group @ to work on some stuff for the Avon Walk (
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